Наше життя жахливе не своєю примарністю, воно жахливе, бо необоротне й непорушне. Я створений із субстанції часу. Час — ріка, що несе мене, але ця ріка — я сам; тигр, що шматує мене, але цей тигр — я сам; вогонь, що спалює мене; але цей вогонь — я сам. Світ, на жаль, залишається реальністю, а я — Борхесом
Хорхе Луїс Борхес,
Нове спростування часу, Б
Forwarded from Один твой друг — кум | #УкрТг
He who fears the cortisol spike believes he maintains power through stoic refusal but *sniff* this is precisely his castration! His very fear of the spike IS the spike
The jestermaxxer understands something profound, something the stoics would hate: power does not flow from dignity or composure. No, no, no. Power flows from controlling the frame of transgression itself. The jester is not degrading himself, he is forcing everyone else into the position of the they who must react, who must have their cortisol spiked or suppressed. He has made himself the traumatic Real that others must incorporate into their symbolic order!
The jestermaxxer has achieved what Hegel calls absolute knowing. He knows the game is fake AND he plays it anyway, and this is what allows him to framemogg
The jestermaxxer understands something profound, something the stoics would hate: power does not flow from dignity or composure. No, no, no. Power flows from controlling the frame of transgression itself. The jester is not degrading himself, he is forcing everyone else into the position of the they who must react, who must have their cortisol spiked or suppressed. He has made himself the traumatic Real that others must incorporate into their symbolic order!
The jestermaxxer has achieved what Hegel calls absolute knowing. He knows the game is fake AND he plays it anyway, and this is what allows him to framemogg
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